don't want to give up

Pretty sure I was doomed from the start
Everything in the world seems to fall apart
So, quickly...sort of love having a broken heart
Even all these drugs can’t fix me
Unless it’s mixed with whiskey
I’m not even sad, sort of just bored
Nothing can excite me anymore
The coast has lost all of its allure
New York use to be so pretty
Now it’s just a city
And all of these people
And all of their friends
Look so good together
And I don’t fit in
Cause’ they’re picture perfect
And I’m on the end
Cut me out the photo
So, they can pretend

Like I don’t exist.

subtle and solemn undertones
she’s becoming a no-vac mom
stars and pyramids have fates
designed for each of us,
schemes and snake oil posing
as natural herbs and curing
the werewolf of decaying intellect
the true nature of blissful ignorance

And oh, how we search
For humbleness
In such unhumble ways
As if by nature
Designed for want
Never if by necessity